This is the excellent foppery of the world,
that, when we are sick in fortune,
-- often the surfeitof our own behavior, --
we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars;
as if we were villains by necessity;
fools by heavenly compulsion;
knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance;
drunkards, liars, and adulterers,
by an enforced obedience of planetary influence;
and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on:
an admirable evasion of whoremaster man,
to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!